"Captain! Ship ahead!" A voice called from the crows nest to the deck below. Said captain groaned slightly, having just gotten comfortable on his makeshift chair of crates. His right hand, a tall dark skinned man with a scar over his left eye, pushed his propped feet off the crates. With a grumble, he pulled himself to his full hight, nearly as tall as the dark man beside him, and headed for the bow of his ship. A grand thing it was of dark wood, many battle scars marring it's sides, but still one of the toughest on the seas, just like her captain. His long black hair was pulled into a low pony tail to stretch down his white loose shirt, open at the chest with a black vest over it. His wide deep red hat shielded his crimson eyes from the sun, as well as the metal that adorned his face. His arms were scared and muscular, also adorned with metal studs down his forearms, and black bands wrapped around his wrists. Black trousers hung loose around his trim waist, a deep red sash held them in place, and they tucked in to tall black boots.
He held out his hand to his partner as he eyed the ship that was drawing closer. Once he felt the heavy telescope placed in his hand he brought it level, eyeing the ship. " Slavers." The captain murmured, a frown creasing his brows. A ruthless pirate he may be, but he loathed human trafficking, it made him sick. Many of his crew had lost family and loved ones to the so called trade. " They are coming from the East. They must have already sold them all." His partner said, equally disgusted. " Hmm i feel like my pockets have grown light. Do you suppose they would give their fresh bounty to us to weigh them down?" The crimson eyed captain said with a wicked grin. They may be to late to save the women on board, but they could rescue the gold that took their place.
" All hands, hoist the colors! Prepare to board!" The dark man bellowed, causing the men on deck to scurry about. Soon their captains flag was flying, a skull with a metallic dragon winding through its eyes and mouth, two blades crossed behind it. " Lily, you board with me." The captain said to the man as their ship gained speed and was soon in range of the ship. Lily nodded with a grin. " Aye Gajeel, wouldn't want ya gettin yourself killed now." Gajeel snorted but drew his cutless that resided at his hip. They could see the slavers scurrying about on deck, one headed below deck shouting but they couldn't make out the words. With a battle cry, the crimson eyed captain lead his men aboard the ship, some swinging from the mast above, while other connected planks and anchored the ships together.
Gajeel lazily strode up to the group of slavers that gathered around the mast of their ship, resting his sword on his shoulder. " G'day gentlemen. We are here to liberate you of your gold." He said snidely in false politeness. " If you value your lives, you will stay your blades." He eyed one man who was reached for his sword. About him his men were already grabbing goods that were strewn about, food, beer, and some large chests filled with gold. " My my, what a haul." Lily said as he watched the chests trade ships. " You must have had some lovely cargo. What were you selling that paid so well?" The man continued. When none answered, Gajeel grabbed the nearest one, blade to his throat.
" G-Gypsies! We had gypsies!" The man stammered. Gypsies were often very beautiful and exotic, prices were very high here in the east. There was a soft thud below them and Gajeel glowered at the man. "What is that?" He snarled. When silence again followed he pressed the blade harder to his neck, drawing blood. " S-some damaged cargo that didn't sell! We were going to keep her for some fun, but she's a fighter! Anyone who gets near her ends up nearly bleeding to death. So one of our men is disposing her." Gajeel growled and quickly sliced the man's neck, leaving him to choke on his own blood. " Lily, with me." He said simply before turning for the hatch that lead below deck, not bothering to see of the man followed him or not.
The bowels of the ship were much like his own, casks with beer and ale were strewn about, though hammocks and other bedding took up most of the space. The sounds of a scuffle down a small hallway had the men hurrying as much as their bulk would allow in the cramped space. As they came near the end, where empty cells began lining the way, on one the gates was flung open, a slender man tumbled backwards, holding his bleeding face.
Lily went to the bleeding man, intent on finishing what whoever on the cell started, while Gajeel stepped into the entry way. In the small cell was an even smaller girl, her sky blue hair like a wild halo around her head. Her wide brown eyes stared at him not in fear, but a mix of curiosity and joy. Her skin was slightly pale, marred here and there by mild bruising caused by her captors, blood on her forehead from where she head butted the man and broke his nose. She wore a white ruffled blouse that hung off her small shoulders, the sleeves barely stretching to her elbows, a black cincher hugged her middle and had gold accents. Her skirt was a brilliant yet dirty and torn gold, stopping just above her bare feet that were dirty and slightly bruised. Gold bangles circled her ankles, causing a small jingle when she moved. But that wasn't what had him pausing at the gate.
" What a lovely fae." Lily said from the door with a soft smile. There behind her, stretching down her small frame, we're translucent wings that shimmered in the dim light. " Bonjour petite danseus. " The large man greeted, causing the captain to raise a studded eyebrow. He smirked slightly, "Most gypsies iv met speak french, be glad you have a learned man like myself." The younger man snorted. " I know, but little dancer?" He questioned. Lily shrugged at that before shoving him forward. The girl didn't flinch as she continued to stare at the crimson eyed captain as he started to untie her arms from behind her back, finding more gold bangles. Once her arms were free she immediately threw her arms around his neck and broke into a sob.
" Gajeel! I'm so glad Iv found you!" She cried on the baffled captains shoulder. He cast a look at his second, pleading silently for help but the man only smiled sadly. " Petite danseus I do apologize, but we must leave at once. Maybe save the reunion for after we've returned to our ship." Lily said to the crying fae. She sniffed a little but nodded, rubbing her eyes as the still baffled man stood. She went to stand but cried out as her bruised feet gave out on her, Gajeel barely catching her before she hit the floor. He carefully scooped the girl into his arms before carrying her back up to the deck of the ship, on thing on his mind. Who is this fae?